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A Bottle Full of Love by SlightObsession
Chapter 1: A new year
Gotta' get back to Hogwarts
Gotta' get back to school
where everything is magical
back to witches and wizards and to magical beasts
to goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts
its all that i love and all that i need
at Hogwarts, Hogwarts, i think im going back!
-Gotta' get back to Hogwarts, Starkid Productions.
It was a brand new year, and the trio where starting their seventh year. Hogwarts was re-built, and Proffeser McGonagall was now in charge of the building that had endured so much.
Harry, Hermione and Ron got off their carrage and were walking towards the castle doors, when Draco pushed past Ron, making him stumble a few feet.
‘’Oi, Malfoy, watch where you are going!’’
Malfoy turned to look back, his face was all rugged and worn. He carried on walking towards the door, looking around at the disgusted looks on people’s faces. He quickly got checked by the guards, and made his way in.
Ron looked towards the other two, ‘’What was that about?’’
Hermione looked in the direction Malfoy went, ‘’maybe the war changed him?’’
The two boys looked at her, ‘’are you crazy? Malfoy doesn’t change. Its Malfoy!’’ Ron said.
‘’Hmm, maybe Hermione is right. I mean, did you see his face when he looked around and saw every ones faces? He looked ashamed.’’ Harry explained to Ron.
‘’Nah, Malfoy’s don’t change. Especially Draco.’’
Ever since the war, Professor McGonagall made sure everyone was searched- girls to the left, boys to the right. Everyone who helped in the war, got the chance to return for their 7th year, to repeat, or start. The trio chose to start, as they had gone to find the horecruxes.
The three made their way into the Great Hall, and sat down at the Gryffindor table. The table was already full of different meals ready to be eaten.
After the sorting hat done its thing with the 1st years, Professor McGonagall made up her way to the head teachers stand,
‘’Good evening everyone and welcome back. To the first years, I hope you settle in nicely. Now, as you all know, we always have a Head boy and a Head girl at the start of the New Year. This year, two, of our previous prefects, have been assigned the job.’’ Murmurs started to ripple across the tables. Hermione looked over to Ron and crossed her fingers; she desperately wanted to get the position. ‘’and now, I present the new head girl. She is, Hermione Granger. For her courage and bravery during the war, and her outstanding knowledge on all things Magical’’
A round of applause (mainly from the Gryffindor table) died down. Hermione looked around to her friends. Ginny got up, and hugged her. She made her way down to the end of the hall, and stood beside Professor McGonagall.
‘’And now, the new head boy, is Draco Malfoy. For his courage to stand up against you know who, and for his bravery for returning back to Hogwarts, against everyone’s opinions and wishes for him not to return. Draco, please make your way up’’ she looked over to Draco, who was still looking at her in amazement. He made his way up and stood next to Hermione awkwardly.
They received their badges, and timetable when Professor McGonagall beckoned them over. Everyone started to leave, and make their way up to their dorms.
‘’Right, as I’ve got you two over here, this year, things have changed, and the head boy and girl have to share a dorm, but of course you’ll ha-.’’ Hermione and Draco looked at each other in horror.
Draco cut her off, ‘’wait, no, I have to share a dorm with Granger? No, I can’t do that.’’
Hermione rolled her eyes. ‘’Im not bothered about it, just as long he doesn’t come in my room. Im fine.’’
‘’oh, and you’ll share a bathroom, but it does only have one door, so no need to worry about intrusions.’’ And with that, she walked away, only giving them a piece of paper so say where their dorm was, and to meet her in the morning.
They made their way up to their dorm, following the instructions.
‘’don’t think, that this makes us friends Granger, just because we are both heads now. And don’t worry, I wont be coming into your room anytime soon either. I wouldn’t go anywhere near you.’’ He looked down into her chocolate brown eyes, and saw warmth, but fire in them.
Hmm, I’ve never noticed her eyes before. They’re pretty. Wait…what am I thinking? It’s Granger. A Mudblood. wait! no! Stop it! I promised I’d never say that word again. No more.
‘’whoop de do. Im not bothered. Malfoy, if you’re not going to be nice, don’t say anything at all.’’
They made their way up to the Dumbledore portrait. Draco stood outside, just looking at the sleeping ex headmaster.
Hermione looked at the sleepy portrait, the looked at Draco. Oh, he looks upset, suppose he blames himself for his death, even though it was planned. I do feel sorry for him though. He only done what he was supposed to do, to keep himself. Maybe I should say something? Wait. Better not, he’d snap at me…‘’Nargles’’ and the portrait swung open.
Malfoy looked at her coldly ‘’after you.’’
She climbed through and waited for Draco to climb through. She looked at the walls around her and saw that it was the two house colours intertwined with each other, making beautiful patterns across the hallway. She looked up into Draco’s grey coloured eyes, and saw a slight twinkle in seeing his house colours.
They walked four paces, and saw that it opened into a grand room, with two sets of stairs –one to the left, another to the right. She saw that to the right, there was more Gryffindor colours, and guessed that it was hers.
Draco looked up, and saw that to the left, was more Slytherin house colours than the other colours. He made his way up to his bedroom, and saw a white room, with a four poster double bed in the middle. At one end of the room, was a bookshelf that took up majority of that whole wall. And at the other end, was a wooden cabinet, already filled with his belongings. His duvet was a silver and green hand stitched pattern, with his name sewn in at the end of the duvet.
Wow. This is out of the norm. Didn’t expect the double bed! But anyways! He went over to the bed, and opened his other trunk that had all his extras packed in. he placed all his items in the needed position. he got out of his robes, and got changed into some loose joggers, no top, and got his shower things together.
Hermione walked up her stairs, to find her room. Her walls were intertwining gold and scarlet. She looked over to her bed and saw four poster double bed, with a gold and scarlet design. At the end, was her name woven in- ‘Hermione. J. Granger’. At the far wall, was a beautiful wooden cabinet, with hints of red in it. On top of the cabinet, was an enchanted mirror, that let you see what you would look like, with certain things done to you. up on the celling, were little white fairy lights that turned on with a clap. Her room was perfect. Just her. She opened her trunk to find it was already unpacked. She got changed into dark blue skinny jeans, and a red loose top. She made her way down to the main area. She looked up, to find Draco, topless, with joggers, hanging off his hips.
Coming down from the stairs, he saw Hermione.
‘’Like what you see Granger?’’ he smirked, she felt her face heat up. He went to open the bathroom door, when his hand touched Hermione’s hand on the door knob. He felt something inside him shift. They instantly pulled back their hands.
‘’Im going to take a shower Granger, so move. Sorry, but I got here first’’ he winked at Hermione, and went in.
A few minutes later, he went back out. Hermione- thinking that he was done, went in there to take her shower. She saw that he had left his stuff on the floor and rolled her eyes.
She got in the shower, when the door opened. Crap, I forgot to lock it. She made a squeal to let Draco she was in there, but he didn’t hear here. He carried on walking in, and went to the sink.
Draco looked around, and saw a shadow behind the shower curtain.
‘’Shit Hermione! Lock the door next time! I don’t want to burn my eyes!’’
‘’I did make a noise to let you know I was in here!’’ she called from behind the curtain!
Am I really that ugly? Does he actually thi- wait, what am I doing, who cares if he finds me pretty or not? I don’t. For sure. She carried on with her shower, got dressed, and went back up to her room. She wrote a note to Draco (who was now in the shower) to say she had gone to the Gryffindor common room. Not wanting to go into his bedroom, she stuck it on the door and left the dorm.